Friday Fictioneers – Upcycling

I found Christophe’s little repair shop tucked away under the railway arches. There was nothing he couldn’t fix. Springs and gears cluttered his bench, bits of old toasters and gizmos whose purpose I couldn’t imagine.

“I need these words repurposed,” I said, dropping the Gladstone bag on his counter. Some tarnished verbs slipped out.

He picked one. “Flense,” he said, turning it over and examining it with a jeweller’s loupe. “Tricky”

While I waited, I leafed through an antique volume, became lost in the tale.

“Where was I?”

“Working a story,” he said. “I’m afraid I involved your body in slaying some dragons.”

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

“repurposing words” Love it! Being one who has a tendency to repurpose old words myself, I j ust have to share this one with you “disembodied”… I was at the bank yesterday, dealing with a stolen card, and out of the silence I hear a voice. I jump, mid-turn to see a sheriff’s deputy at the next teller. I gulped. ‘Scanner.’ I identified the sound. He looked at me odd. ‘Sorry, I just heard a disembodied voice, and turned to see where it was.’ His response ‘Hearing those voices in your head again?’ I laughed… if he only knew…. Honest this convo really did occur. He’s a good friend so he was joking.